Wild Woman

The night before the trip, I am feeling rather anxious. It's ninety degrees F in Brooklyn, and even though the AC is going full blast, I am still coated in a sheen of sweat. I'm hovering over a carry-on suitcase, one hand trying to hold my swaying belly in place, while the other tries to jam a pair of hiking boots in next to some thermal shirts. It's mid-June, and I'm prepping to go on an all-women's "outdoor adventure" trip to Newfoundland, through a company called Wild Women Expeditions. And I'm doing so while five months pregnant.

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